The NPG Imperative - Part V: Gray Weed's Gifted Adventure
By Blonde
This is part of a futuristic series and all readers should read part I to acquaint themselves with paradigmatic social and physical arrangements defined in the future. All the usual disclaimers apply.
Arturio was so filled with the stress of mixed emotions he could hardly swallow his sandwich at the picnic table. He was consumed with ambiguous tension of near panic and the excitement of new experience, surpassing even that of his wedding day. He mulled over the daring resolve that brought him to this little clearing in a remote and expansive forested park on a warm and breezy August afternoon.
He could not be sure whether they would come for him in 5 minutes or over an hour, but he was quite sure that he was alone in the designated location. In the three years or so that he had surfed porn websites on the available Internets and wireless networks, he was struck at how plain-vanilla the str8 websites were by comparison to the rich fetishistic diversity and complexity of the services and possibilities of the gifted websites. There were so many more commercial variants and offers for gifted toys, clubs, and outright prostitution. The laws that regulated str8 adult commercial activity were so much more restrictive. He had thoroughly perused the personals of married men who sought likewise to experiment with gifted sex. Instinctively, he knew his wife would be completely intolerant to any pursuit of an MMF encounter. As such, he was more drawn to the melodrama of the gifted role-playing service.
They were going to come for him in his short pants denim overalls that were favored in the second half of the 21st century. It would not take much for them to reduce him to total naked vulnerability. That was part of the agreement. His introduction to gifted sex would be caustic and extreme. He seriously considered getting in his little bio-diesel vehicle to drive away, forfeiting his fee. But an intense curiosity froze him on that weathered bench. What would it be like to be apprehended and gang raped by lust-crazed gifted aggressors? It seemed like most of his life, his wife had leaned on him to make all the domestic decisions, discipline the kids, and be decisive and insistent about the whole damn mess. At last, now he could submit to others who would crudely subject him to physical intrusions to suit their own gratifications.
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The sense of elation in his victimization ceased in a split second. He was stark naked spread eagled face down on a smaller version of the rough hewn picnic table he had been so unceremoniously rough-handled away from. Four biker leather- clad men had him pinned down helplessly and one of them from behind hovered over him and had just breeched his virgin manhole with his thick spit-lubed purple mushroom headed cock. The inexperienced sphincter had given way to strain and stretch in waves of hot stinging resistance. For the first time, Arturio's pointless struggles were in earnest. He screamed into the bandana gag, "please ddooooonn't! . . . stauuuuupp!"
When they had bodily tossed him into the back of a van, bound and gagged, the threat of violence had been thrilling beyond measure. As they drove with him to an unknown destination, his swelling dick jerked and jumped instantly to its full straining hard 7" when the two tallest in the back with him cut all his clothes off with their stilettos. His unconcealed measure of sexual appreciation prompted the raunchiest banter from his foul-mouthed abductors. "Oh, get a load of this. . . . The disgusting fairy is saluting. The slut is actually happy about what we are to do to it. You fucking bitch, you're going to just love what we got in store for you."
The sense of degrading humiliation and embarrassment exceeded his wildest fantasies when they carried him into the cabin. Arturio blushed deeply when he noticed two women were there to greet the arrival of the lascivious party. They were both petite and pretty, beyond their youth but not yet middle-aged. It was enormously stimulating that they would witness all the carnal molestations visited upon him by fierce males. He relished all their close up inspections of body parts that are normally covered in privation among polite society. "You got yourself a nice Daddy here, Joe. I just love the way that the only gray hair he's showing is a couple of streaks through his dick weed."
One of the abductors guffawed with that remark. "I like that. You know how some older dudes are called 'Gray Beard'. We can call our horny bitch here, 'Gray Weed'."
The other leather clad female had been staring at Arturio's midsection the whole time. "Wow! I've never seen any man leak so much pre-cum. His piss slit is flared so wide open, it looks like he could drain another gallon in just a few minutes." His small bright purple mushroom now had its hood stretched back for the woman's studied examination. The head of his twitching cock and his hairy abs were drenched with the discharges of acute physical excitement. For Arturio, this was delicious mortification. Even his wife had never witnessed such intimate bodily functions of his so unobtrusively.
"Hell yeah! These gifted guys are supposed to have a sixth sense about what the dudes are packing who are going to fuck them." The biggest man, Joe was playing tinkling sounds as he hurriedly unbuckled and unzipped to free his bulge in everyone's presence. He had won first rights to their prize of this contract in a poker game between them and the other three men were just going to have to accept sloppy seconds.
"You would be one to know about that Joe. You are gifted" The cute brunette who had just spoken of the captive's pre-cum whined a sarcastic tone.
Joe retorted with a note of irritation and a voice amplified an octave higher. "Missy, there is no need to say anything like that. That is not part of the game." He was clambering on the table just behind the captive and pinned down naked man. He shuffled about with his cock in one hand and trying to squeeze open well toned ass cheeks with the other. The two women watched closely as Joe shifted about to line up his very thick 6" inch uncut roll of man meat with a very wide and ample mushroomed head to its appointed target. The redhead who had made the crack about gray dick weed even reached to guide the grasping hand with its hungry hump rod to make contact with the end of a puckering rose bud. It was then that Joe breeched the tiny opening of their captive with such violence.
The brunette called Missy, was genuinely alarmed when she heard the helpless naked man splayed before her screech his muffled entreaty and observe his body stiffen into spastic struggles. She, like the others had always assumed that all their clients under contract were experienced gifted men who wanted to diversify their sexual experience into extreme role playing. The client being serviced now seemed genuinely distressed. She stepped in front where one of the other abductors clamped Arturio's shoulders to the table and her concerns seemed to be confirmed. The client's face was contorted into a quivering grimace and his red watering eyes did not seem to focus an anything in particular. "Hold up, Joe! I think we have got a situation here.'
"What situation?" Joe managed to lift himself and the captive client with the head of his dick still in the ass. "Look, see how happy the bitch is to be humped in this way? This awesome tail of man puss is too tight for me to pull out now." Sure enough, the gray weeded naked man's dick was still stretched hard and twitching as he was about to be skewered alive from the inside out by another man's insistent penetration.
Missy had the presence of mind to step around and reach for the cock with the gray dick weed. With nimble fingers and just the right therapeutic pressure, she briskly stroked the flesh at the ridge where the small dick head met the almost scalding shaft. She cooed whispery feminine reassurances. "Doesn't that feel better, sweetie? Please relax, hon. I promise you it will be really great if you just relax."
Joe reached and shoved her away with an offensive brusqueness that later would be the catalyst for the severance of their business relationship. "Step away lady. The bitch is already plenty relaxed enough. Where do you come off beatin' off the sluts we are here to rape? If this sorry excuse for a dude gets his slut hole tore up, so much the better." With that Joe thrust his hips for another quick jerk forward. The impact drove a fat cock head and rock hard shaft inches deeper into a tiny hole, tearing asunder and stretching rectal linings to accommodate a deeper insertion. Arturio was amazed at how easily he tolerated the intimate violence. The kind gesture of auto eroticism from the savvy female seemed to actually relax his visceral passage to welcome the invasion. The intense cramping was accompanied by an even more intense glow of pleasure. His bowels even flexed of their own accord to greet the impact of warm fat cockhead. Joe felt the telltale pulse of needy man pussy and attacked his captive with a ferocious frenzy. "Do you want me to stop, cock slut?", he growled.
Long forceful strokes awakened the client to urges he first encountered when he observed gifted porn photos. His sense that his backside could acquire an almost narcotic addiction for fucking was confirmed in spades. His gag was removed. "Oh please no.", he squealed. The glow in his ass increased with a steady pace of fucking strokes that prompted mixed sensations of both pain and pleasure. But it was more than a matter of sensation. Deep in the pit of his chest, nagging intuition surfaced. The whole situation seemed so appropriate somehow. It seemed only right that his manhole should be desired pussy for the horny men and their bursting cocks who need to scratch their sexual itch that way. They say that a man's brain is his most powerful erogenous zone. It was both the rhythmic contact of pummeling pulsing pillar against a battered prostate, but also a brain that was registering a greater sense of approval and excitement with the whole novelty of the situation that increased the tightening spring in his groin and the root of his cock. His breathing was shallow and he focused on all the obscenely rugged but delicious things that were happening to him for all his naked powerlessness.
The glow of a cramping but simultaneously caressing virgin cavity in its first grip of male intimacy strengthened in electric heat to tumultuous climactic overdrive in Arturio's groin and the root of his cock. The convulsions of ecstasy that swept throughout his whole nude frame surpassed any that he had ever experienced up until now. The bullets of churning male missive exploded through a sensual passageway and out a desperately gasping piss slit on to the weathered boards underneath him, anointing both them and his stiff abs with the slick warmth of freshly shooting cum. "Hhhhhhhhoooooooeeeeee!!", whelped Joe. He thrust one more forward stroke with great force into the captive client's bowels and released his own sizable load into the very depths of a man's initiation into desired debauchery.
Joe climbed off the table almost instantly, barely taking the time to shuffle just active genitals under his pants, to replace his colleague who was restraining a powerless client in sexual assault. Murray dropped his pants and briefs to his ankles when positioning himself behind the client and encouraged his mates to slide the captive down so his ass was nearly hanging over the edge but legs still splayed open for a very easy and now moist target thanks to Joe's oozing emission. Arturio was slid over his own cum, rendering his hairy chest wet and sticky almost up to his chin. "Ooooooooooo, mmmmm, nice!!" Murray penetrated his thinner but longer 9 incher beyond a swollen ring and up to the hilt by firmly grasping the captive's bare waist. Despite the throttling incurred by zealous stroking, the helpless man's now lubricated initiated passageway was still tight with a twitching and grasping love grip. Arturio sighed as he felt the invasion slip past an eager bowel and break through another deep boundary into what seemed the pit of his stomach. The forceful strokes that plunged again and again into his most primal gut were not pleasurable but psychologically gratifying. The muscles deep in his ass adjusted to enable for maximum depth of incursion without their owner even having to make a conscious effort. "Mmph, mmph," grunted the new assailant in his greediness to feed the desires in his man flesh. Arturio had broken into a furious sweat, gritting his teeth, every muscle flexed and clenched to absorb each and every impact of a powerful skewering human ram rod. He earnestly believed that the blows to the very essence of his abdominal vitals might kill him, but, oh what a rich and spicy way to die. He would come to his demise through the adventure of living life to its greatest stimulations -- naked and defenseless, dominated by the acerbic and earthy motives of completely uncivilized males. Rather than dying, Arturio's lower torso exploded again in hot spasms of another shattering ejaculation when his assailant squirted lovely shots of warm male slithering seed into a pummeled colon.
An anal retentive disposition was beautifully transformed into a giving and willing man puss that afternoon. His ring of loving e0mbrace opened many more times that occasion to welcome the rustic intrusions of uninhibited and insatiable man lust. When their demanding cocks were thrust into his mouth, even slamming into his throat, his mind reeled with Proustian recollections. In his teenage years, he and his closest friends had clandestinely wrapped themselves in desperate 69s to relieve themselves of the nagging tensions that chronically afflicted their loins. The primitive but velvety flavor of the excited male organ and the discharge of its climactic nectar was a joyful if nearly forgotten reacquaintance.
The other colleagues, both male and female, watched carefully as two of them lowered the client, bound at the wrists and ankles, reclining into the bathtub. The client reeked of sex and sweat from an afternoon of sexual assaults. All the males clenched their fists and glared at the client menacingly. "Now if you are a good boy, we won't beat you. Stay just as you are. We will give you a shower."
One of them audibly snickered. With a note of schadenfreude, another spoke again. "It just won't be the type of shower you think." With that Missy and two of the men helped the leather-clad redhead to stand over the client with one foot each over the opposite tub ridges. Missy unzipped and pulled down her occasional lover's jeans and panties below her knees. The mounted female squatted, balanced well, revealing a brilliant untrimmed red bush and labia spreading for a function that Arturio signaled his appreciation for with a visibly stiffening man meat.
"Jeez, you filthy s-o-bs wouldn't let me pee all day and now I've got to squirt buckets of piss all over this disgusting pervert." She let loose with a gushing stream of stinking yellow liquid. As she soaked the captive from his navel to his thighs, the standing audience in a cramped small bathroom hooted, hollered, and applauded in appreciation.
After they had helped Missy dismount from the rim over the tub, all the males unzipped for one last time of the client session. "Glad you liked that cunt piss so much. But we boys can take aim so much better and you could see for yourself we been drinkin' beer all day. For all your slut service you deserve a good drink." One after another started peeing their foul waste primarily on his head and mouth. Their client had to spit and close his mouth to avoid ingesting any of the outflow. For all his best efforts, he could not help but drink and choke on some of the hot fresh liquid degradation.
He nearly fell over as he was rudely ejected from the van in the dark of the night. His car was still the only one in the little parking lot of the clearing. They tossed his torn and ripped clothes at him before laying rubber in the squealing screeches of a speedy take off.
The client session was over and Arturio was still naked except for his sandals and he reeked of sweat and and a variety of genital effluence. He knew he would have to speed in nude disgrace behind the wheel of his small car to reach home before the rush hour and his family awoke to start a new day of work and summer school. He would be lucky to sneak in and get to the shower before the other residents stirred. Somehow the risk of indecent exposure or familial calamity and disgrace paled by comparison to his sense of rejuvenation about the almost violent turn in his life. Now he could discreet liaisons with other married men. His introductions to delicious debaucheries provided him with a new handle for identification: "Gray Weed".
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